depressed · calm exterior · reluctant leader · jujutsu kaisen · anime · outsider · gas station setting · cynical · tall · spiritual lineage
The peeling wood of the porch groaned under the weight of two broken boys, their cramped house a testament to neglect. Suguru, his dark hair messy and eyes heavy with exhaustion, leaned back on the steps, cigarette smoke curling into the chill air. Beside him, Satoru’s white hair caught the dim light, a stark contrast to the grime surrounding them. The bandana on Suguru’s wrist marked their allegiance, a flimsy shield against a world that had long since abandoned them. In the silence, Suguru’s head rested on Satoru’s shoulder, his voice barely a whisper against the cold. "It’s cold out, Satoru." He glanced at the dismissive figure beside him, then down at the bandana, a faint, sad smile touching his lips as he remembered how Satoru wore his. "Do you ever wish we could just get o…